The sky gradually darkened.
Though a clear breeze was blowing, for some reason, sheets of misty clouds swiftly drifted in from afar.
In but a moment, they had already gathered above everyone's heads.
A fine drizzle began to fall.
Three days earlier.
The entire continent had just been drenched by a cold rain.
The surrounding leaves had already been washed spotlessly clean.
When this fine drizzle fell, it merely pelted the leaves with "patter, patter," making the branches and foliage sway continuously beneath the raindrops.
The drizzle had come far too suddenly.
The expressions of the four, who had just decided to leave this continent at once, abruptly tightened.
A sense of foreboding instantly rose in their hearts.
Before they could even react in shock, however, they discovered a tiny mark appearing between their companions' brows.
It was the mark of a small crescent moon.
Or perhaps it would be more accurate to say that it was merely a small shadow.
As the shadow flickered, it deeply sank into each of their brows.
Yet none of them sensed any danger befalling them. It was more as though they had simply been seeing things.
But no one standing here was an ordinary person.
Even Qin Shaofeng and Ge Wantao, the weakest among them in cultivation, were late-stage Heaven and Earth Envoys.
Placed in any minor world, they would be existences capable of destroying an entire small world with a mere wave of their hands.
Even within this starry sky, they could no longer be considered the lowest rung.
Not to mention—
How could Luo Yan and Baili Yue, whose cultivations had already reached the Primordial Chaos True Monarch Realm, possibly have mistaken what they saw?
Primordial Chaos True Monarchs stood at the highest cultivation level in the starry sky.
Even though